84. A song in another language

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84. A song in another language
I can watch movies again.
I can learn from others again.
I can feel love again. deep, love. love that I dont know what to do with. love that stays deep. love that won't go. love that I want to last forever.
I can listen to others.
I can BE THERE.
and they will be there for me.
I can let people be there for me. I am not ashamed of needing love. of needing help. of needing support. These are human things to need. these are human things to want. I am normal and it is normal to love and be loved. cringe culture does not exist. those who participate are a pox that identifies itself for me.
I can CRY again.
I can cry again.
I can cry again.
when I am in pain I feel pain. it hurts and I notice it hurts. I act like it hurts. when people ask me how I'm feeling, I say not that well. I am not trapped in endless torment any more. I know what bad feels like because I have a Good to compare it to.
I can speak again. there is a word to my emotions. I have a voice. it is quiet, it is timid. and I like that. I want that.
I can still be bold. I can't always be bold for myself. that is harder than being bold for others and I do not know why. maybe it is because we are human and we are supposed to work together. maybe I do not have to be good at everything.
I understand the value of mutual aid.
I understand that a human should not be considered as an individual.
I understand that it is our network of love that keeps us sustained.
I understand that maintenance of that network is vital. If those I love are not well, I will struggle to be well. and I recognize that if I struggle to be well, I cannot help others be well. this does not mean that I suppress myself.
I understand that I must care for myself, first and foremost. If I do not exist there is no world to experience, and my work is for naught.
I understand that I must care for myself, first and foremost. If I am unwell, my help is not helpful.
I understand that I must care for myself, first and foremost. when I am healthy, I can give so much and so fully. the love comes so freely.
I understand that I must care for myself, first and foremost. capitalism does not allow for me to be merciful when protecting my career.
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مغاوير -مشروع ليلي
6, 29
song that makes me want to dance: palace - brockhampton (perf for a lap dance tbh...)
song that reminds me of my childhood: edith piaf - la vie en rose (used to spend a lot of time w my aunt and cousin, she always played edith piaf somewhere in the bg)
June 15, 2016 — Monday morning, as we were all absorbing the horrors of the Pulse attack in Orlando — the deadliest mass public shooting in modern U.S. history — Mashrou' Leila arrived to play a Tiny Desk concert. For this band from Beirut, Lebanon, the full weight of the tragedy hung heavily, and its members wanted to begin their set by addressing the Pulse shootings.
"All the boys become men / Soldiers in the capital of the night," Sinno sings. "Shoop, shoop, shot you down ... We were just all together, painting the town / Where'd you disappear?"